[ this is just so. weh. his lower lip wobbles for just a second before he sucks it back again, as he tries to reckon with the feeling of losing someone he came to consider so important to him in the only way he knows how. by fixing it, trying to engineer a solution, by trying to make things better, trying not to think about tomorrow.
lin just shatters his composure like always, though. he turns his face into the thumb on his cheek, as the first tears finally drop from his eye, and just nods. it's all he really has, at first. i want to bring you home, too. there's still so much to be done, so many problems to solve, the ability to find a way to bring the others back --
he hiccups, finally, takes his hand and presses it against lin jingheng's on his cheek, and then turns his face to kiss his palm, nodding uselessly against his hand. that's all he really has, for the moment. ]
[ that wobble is... god he feels it. there's a wash here, that honeyed aftertaste of a drink that makes his emotions flood forward even when he wants to keep them to himself. the desire to protect everything he has left is what trumps all of it. bixing hiccups and he holds his gaze.
it takes everything inside of him not to snarl and bare his teeth at the world.
he doesn't have to speak, lin jingheng whispers instead. ]
He'll have his own room. And Zhanlu will meet Yoru... [ gentler ] Gideon will break things and Harrow will have the place crawling and... we'll...
[ his voice catches. he stops. he doesn't have anymore. instead, he rests their foreheads together. ]
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lin just shatters his composure like always, though. he turns his face into the thumb on his cheek, as the first tears finally drop from his eye, and just nods. it's all he really has, at first. i want to bring you home, too. there's still so much to be done, so many problems to solve, the ability to find a way to bring the others back --
he hiccups, finally, takes his hand and presses it against lin jingheng's on his cheek, and then turns his face to kiss his palm, nodding uselessly against his hand. that's all he really has, for the moment. ]
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it takes everything inside of him not to snarl and bare his teeth at the world.
he doesn't have to speak, lin jingheng whispers instead. ]
He'll have his own room. And Zhanlu will meet Yoru... [ gentler ] Gideon will break things and Harrow will have the place crawling and... we'll...
[ his voice catches. he stops. he doesn't have anymore. instead, he rests their foreheads together. ]
Our Home... Bixing... we're almost there.